Back to 1997, I became the originator of online literature

Chapter 96 This is what I deserve
Huang Qingya pursed her lips, rolled her eyes, rolled her eyes at him, raised her hand to push down the gold-rimmed glasses on her nose, smiled and stood up to sit on his lap, put her arms around his neck, looked into his eyes closely, and said softly: "Happy New Year! Is this okay?"

Cao Sheng put his arm around her waist and asked with a smile, "What did you say you were here for today?"

Huang Qingya: "I'll help you clean up, but it seems like I don't need to do it now."

As she spoke, she glanced around and saw that the restaurant was quite clean.

Cao Sheng: "Who said that? You don't have to clean the house, but I haven't taken a shower today. Why don't you clean me up? It can be considered as you helping me clean up. Don't forget your original intention!"

Huang Qingya wanted to laugh a little, so she bit her lip and looked at him.

Seeing her like this, Cao Sheng picked her up and walked towards the bathroom.

"You are becoming more and more shameless. You are still a new writer! You have lowered the average quality of writers..."

Huang Qingya's light rebuke came from the bathroom.

Snowflakes were falling outside.

Wei Dongming, who had just left Cao Sheng's place after drinking, looked up at the snowflakes falling from the sky as he walked. Under the dark night sky, snowflakes fluttered down one after another, and when they passed the area illuminated by the street lamps, it seemed that every snowflake could be seen clearly.

Such a scene made him feel lonely and desolate.

Then he accidentally stepped on something, fell to the ground with a plop, and water splashed everywhere.

at the same time.

There were also splashes of water in Cao Sheng's bathtub.

The difference is that Wei Dongming looks depressed, while Cao Sheng is having fun.

Therefore, people’s joys and sorrows are not shared.

……

late at night.

Huang Qingya lay on Cao Sheng's chest, as if eavesdropping on his secrets, but she said, "I wrote the beginning of a novel this New Year. I'll bring it over next time I come. Can you show it to me?"

Her words reminded Cao Sheng of her identity - a secretary of the Writers Association.

She works in the Writers Association, so her writing should be good. It’s not surprising that she can write the beginning of a novel.

"Okay, just bring it next time."

a few days later.

When Huang Qingya came again, she brought the beginning of the novel she mentioned.

It was a manuscript written on a stack of stationery, written in fountain pen.

Her handwriting was very beautiful. It looked neat and tidy, but also had a natural and freehand style. It was much more beautiful than the manuscript written by Cao Sheng.

After reading his manuscript, his roommates and teachers all gave up the idea of ​​reading the content of his work through his manuscript.

The handwriting was so sloppy that few words could be easily recognized.

but……

The content of the novel written by Huang Qingya made Cao Sheng more speechless the more he read it.

It has too much of a literary and artistic flavor.

The title of the book is "The Little Woman in the Sword Controlling Sect".

The story begins with the Sword Controlling Sect opening its doors to select new disciples.

But it is described from the perspective of a beautiful female steward in the Sword Controlling Sect.

The story begins with this beautiful deacon sitting behind the window of a wooden building, reading a book while paying attention to the selection of new disciples in the square downstairs intentionally or unintentionally.

Huang Qingya described the white clouds in the sky, the mountains and peaks in sight, the roars of strange beasts coming from the depths of the mountains, and even a flock of birds passing by between heaven and earth. Then, based on these scenes, she extended her description to the mood and memories of this beautiful butler...

Cao Sheng turned over a page of letter paper, which contained the memories of the beautiful butler. He turned over two, three, and four pages of letter paper, which still contained the memories of the beautiful butler.

In the recollection, the process of how the beautiful deacon went from being a new disciple to becoming a deacon step by step was described in detail.

Interspersed in the story are two men who have an emotional entanglement with this beautiful butler.

"You wrote this as a romance?"

Cao Sheng, who was leaning against the window reading a manuscript, turned around and asked Huang Qingya, who was sitting in front of his computer and surfing the Internet.

Huang Qingya looked over and said, "Is it not possible? As a woman, do I have to write a story about fighting and killing like you do?"

Cao Sheng: "That makes sense, but since you're writing a romance, why do you use the background of the fairy world?"

Huang Qingya smiled, "Xianxia is popular now! You made Xianxia popular, and you still ask me why I write the background of Xianxia?"

Cao Sheng smiled, "That makes sense, but I don't really understand how to write romance novels, so my opinion may not be accurate."

Huang Qingya: "It's okay, just tell me how you feel. Do you think my writing is attractive?"

Attract a lot of people!
Cao Sheng wanted to roll his eyes.

He was used to reading fast-paced online novels, and even slow-paced ones were not as slow as the beginning of the one written by Huang Qingya.

Before their rebirth, those who wrote online novels first came up with the concept of the three golden chapters, and later someone even suggested that readers should be attracted within the first three hundred words.

The purpose is to catch the reader's attention as quickly as possible.

The competition is so fierce that there is not much room for slow-paced works to survive.

To start with several thousand words like Huang Qingya, all of which are about the heroine's memories, is simply courting death, in his view.

Moreover, although Huang Qingya's handwriting was beautiful, her writing style did not impress him.

The pace is slow and the writing is not impressive enough, how can we keep readers interested in reading on?
Cao Sheng wanted to say: You write very well, don’t write anymore.

But Huang Qingya was his woman after all, and he couldn't say such hurtful words.

So, he pondered for a few seconds, smiled and said: "You write very well, but, as you just said, I made Xianxia and Xiuzhen popular, so I personally think that you write romance under the guise of Xianxia and Xiuzhen, and many readers may not be used to it. This is not your problem! It's the readers and my problem. Do you understand what I mean?"

Huang Qingya frowned and looked at him.

After thinking for a while, he asked, "Do you mean that I shouldn't write this story under the guise of a fairy tale?"

This is the conclusion Cao Sheng hopes she will come to.

So, hearing her ask this, Cao Sheng smiled and nodded, "Yes! But my opinion may not be correct. After all, the work still needs to be tested by readers. Maybe many readers will like it."

After a pause, he decided to tell a few truths.

He looked down at the manuscript in his hand and said, "However, if I were to write this kind of love story, I would not write so many flashbacks at the beginning. I would briefly describe the scenery in the beautiful butler's field of vision, and then write about her accidentally catching a glimpse of a young man who was participating in the selection in the square downstairs. It was this accidental glance that made her originally cold and indifferent eyes dazed for a moment, as if she recalled something from the past.

But the trance in her eyes soon disappeared, and she continued to read her book, but she frowned frequently, as if it was difficult to read the content of the book. After several times, she sighed softly, put down the book in her hand, called her maid's name, and when her maid appeared, she ordered her to check the identity of the boy downstairs. When the maid was about to check, she stopped the maid again, and seemed to be hesitant to ask the maid to say hello to the deacon in charge of the assessment to ensure that the boy downstairs can successfully join the Yu Jian Sect. "

Cao Sheng squinted his eyes and spoke while thinking. After he finished speaking, he looked up and saw Huang Qingya had come to his side. One of her hands quietly touched his heart, and the beautiful eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses looked at him without blinking.

"What are you doing?"

Cao Sheng asked.

Huang Qingya hummed, then moved closer and kissed him on the mouth.

Cao Sheng was stunned for a moment, and a thought flashed through his mind: I helped her think of so many plots, this treatment is what I deserve.

(End of this chapter)